Society Holds First Rhyming Poetry Open Mic The Society December 18, 2016 From the Society, Poetry 3 Comments The first Society of Classical Poets sponsored “Rhyming Poetry Reading” was held at The Tea Garden in Middletown, New York, on December 18, 2016. The open mic featured readings of rhyming poetry by renowned poets such as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Robert Frost, Maya Angelou, and John McCrae. Original poetry by Reid McGrath, Ed Fisher, Evan Mantyk, and Karen Wells was also read by the poets themselves. After a performance of the traditional Chinese guqin (similar to a zither), the evening concluded with on-the-spot poetry writing and reading which resulted in the below poems. Poem by Ed Fisher Ancient music I have heard Coming at the end of words After silence comes the sound Ancient earth, up from the ground Poem by Frank Yu Downtown Middletown, boarded up houses, decades of defiance A tea house, strings of holiday lights, are signs of a new Renaissance Big Brother, Haiku by Penelope (age 7) Big brother is tall Big brother is very strong Big brother is fun Poem by Ivan Pentchoukov Who knew that sleepy Middletown would be The place that gods would plant the future’s seed The songs we in this garden sing Forebode tradition’s revival, a Renaissance, a spring Poem by Karen Wells The poetry was singing It came flying through the door Words warmed my soul like tea leaves I sat breathless wanting more Poem by Oliver (age 10) A haiku made from a Gnu is not something new Poem by Evan Mantyk I did not know what to expect But the universe did connect Poem by Akyira Mr. Hughes you asked what happens to a dream deferred My dream I can tell you has not dried up like a raisin in the sun But is plentiful like the men who go out to sea And those 4 dead in Ohio still sleep although I may not be a senator’s son but I signed up for the war that’s in my head And Mr. Frost I’ll take the road most taken Poem by Unknown Sheet rocks, sheet rocks! I am late for Lowe’s Please stay open, because I am late for Lowe’s Seriously! Poem by Reid McGrath That coffee was the best I ever had I’m going to need more once I’m a dad. Poem by Marley A story can live in every person’s mind A process of self-discovery that cannot be easily defined A letter a word a phrase that when not spoken, on your tongue it dies But with poetry these words come alive Poem by Asiya The world is being sucked into this colorful abyss Amidst the sun closing her golden eyes As the earth prepares to endure The dark heart of the sky In which time spontaneously flies Through your mind And thoughts don’t cease to exist until the first break of light. Poem by Loren McCune Wood plants and people, the sky above Not the original, but a true reproduction NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 3 Responses Carole Mertz December 19, 2016 Bravo for your reading parlay. I enjoyed all the spontaneous poems. Reply James Sale December 20, 2016 Great news – so happy for you all. One day hope to be there with you, doing a reading! Reply Edward Fisher January 25, 2017 At last a group of local poets who still appreciate the traditional tools other poets have been developing for the use, by posterity, in making and arrangement of words memorable. Free verse is fine, but not the only kind out there! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.